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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.