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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Ronan,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
PIL,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.