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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.