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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.