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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.