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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Echospace,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.