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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
UT,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.