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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 JFA to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
PIL,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Can,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.