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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.