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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.