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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 JFA 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.