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 Kuwait 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Index,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.