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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.