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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.