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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.