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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.