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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.