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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Monks,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.