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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.