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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Ten City,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.