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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.