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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.