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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.