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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.