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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Fear,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.