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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the dance 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.