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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Busters to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.