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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.