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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.