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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.