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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Flash Fearless to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.