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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.