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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.