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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
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Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.