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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.