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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Invisible to the jazz 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.