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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
June Days,
World's Most,
Visage,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.