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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.