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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
June Days,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.