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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.