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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Slits to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.