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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 CMW to the disco 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.