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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Manchester and Portland.
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 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
JFA,
EPMD,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.