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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.