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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.