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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Deakin,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.