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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.