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 Liberia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.