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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Brick,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.