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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.