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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
DNA,
Yaz,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.