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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.