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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.