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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.