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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.