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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s 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 Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.