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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.