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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.