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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.