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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.