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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Slits,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.