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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.