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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.