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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.