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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.