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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.