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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
UT,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.