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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.