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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.