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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.