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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.