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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.