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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.