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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.