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 Iraq and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.