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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
UT,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.