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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Fear,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.