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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.