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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Anakelly,
AZ,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Index,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.