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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.