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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.