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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.