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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
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.