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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.