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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.