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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.