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 China and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.