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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.