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 Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.