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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.