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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.