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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.