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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.