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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.