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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Pylon,
MDC,
Monolake,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.