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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.