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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Mummies to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
the Association,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.