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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Swans,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.