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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.