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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
the Slits,
Slave,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.