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 Armenia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.