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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.