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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.