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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.