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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Wire,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.