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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.