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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.