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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.