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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
UT,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.