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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.