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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.