Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.