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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 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 Severed Heads 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.