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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.