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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.