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 London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.