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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Nas,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.