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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Organ,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.