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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.