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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.