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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.