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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.