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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Urselle,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.