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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.