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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.