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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.