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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.