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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.