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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.