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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.