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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.