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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Residents 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.