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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.