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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.