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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zapp to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Warsaw,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.