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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.