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 Ghana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.