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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.