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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.