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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.