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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.