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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.