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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.