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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.