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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.