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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Remains to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.