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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.