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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.