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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.