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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
UT,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.