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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.