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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.