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 Cuba 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.