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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 cv313 to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.