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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.