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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.