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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.