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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.