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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Nico,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.