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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.