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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
UT,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.