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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.