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 Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.