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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.