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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.