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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.