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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.