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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 DNA to the disco 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.