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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.