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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.