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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.