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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.