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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.