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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.