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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.