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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.