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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.