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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.