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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.