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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.