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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.