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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.