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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.