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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.