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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.