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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.