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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.