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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.