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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Can,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.