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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.