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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.