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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Motions to the punk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.