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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.