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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.