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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Audionom,
New Order,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.