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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.