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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.