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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.