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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.