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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.