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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.