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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.