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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Faust,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.