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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.