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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.