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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.