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 Thailand 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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio 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?
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.