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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Monks,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.