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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.