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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.