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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.