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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.