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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.