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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.