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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.