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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.