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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.