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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Echospace,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.