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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.