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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.