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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.