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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.