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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.