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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.