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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.