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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.