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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.