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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.