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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Ossler,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.