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 Malawi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.