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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.