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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.