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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.