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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Human League,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.