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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.