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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.