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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.