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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.