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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.