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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.