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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.