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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.