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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
MDC,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.