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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.