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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.