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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.