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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.