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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.