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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
The Remains,
cv313,
Crime,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.