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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
X-102,
Unwound,
CMW,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.