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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.