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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.