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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.