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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.