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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.