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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.