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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.