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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.