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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.