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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.