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 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.