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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Wire,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.