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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Wings,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.