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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Can,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.