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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.