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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.