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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.