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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.