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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.