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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.