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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.