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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Ituana,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.