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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.