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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Nas,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.