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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
New Order,
Nico,
Crime,
Ronan,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.