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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.