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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.