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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Visage,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.