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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Babytalk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.