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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.