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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.