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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.