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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.