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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.