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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.