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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Ronan,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.