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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.