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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.