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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Magma,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
The Victims,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.