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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.