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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence 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?
PIL,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.