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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.