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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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.