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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.