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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.