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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.