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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.