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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.