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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.