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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.