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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.