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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.