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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.