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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.