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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.