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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.