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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.