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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.