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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.