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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deadbeat to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.