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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.