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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Technova to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.