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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
the Association,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Gong,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.