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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.