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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.