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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.