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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.