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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.