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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.