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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.