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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.