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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.