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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.