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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Q65,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.