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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.