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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.