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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Aswad 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Jandek,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.