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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.