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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Visage,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.