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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
10cc,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.