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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.