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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Ossler,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.