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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.