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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.