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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.