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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.