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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.