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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.