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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.