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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Japan,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Crime,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.