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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.