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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.