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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.