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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.