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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.