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 China and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Model 500,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.