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 Uzbekistan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.