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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.