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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.