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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.