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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.