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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.