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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.