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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.