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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.