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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.