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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Darondo,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.