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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.