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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.