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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.