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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.