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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Fear,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
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.