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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.