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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
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.