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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.