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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.