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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Doors,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.