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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Move to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Organ,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.