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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Nas,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.