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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.