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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Nico,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.