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 Oman and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.