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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Slave,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.