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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.