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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.