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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.