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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Q65,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.