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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Magazine to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.