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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Dark Day to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.