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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.