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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.