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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.