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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.