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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.