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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.