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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
MC5,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.