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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.