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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.