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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.