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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Royal Trux 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Visage,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.