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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Index,
June of 44,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.