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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
X-101,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.