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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
the Swans,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.