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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.