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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.