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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Magma,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.