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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.