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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Wings,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.