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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.