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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.