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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Manila and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.