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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.