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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.