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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.