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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Magma,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.