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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.