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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
UT,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.