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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.