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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.