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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.