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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.