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 Korea South and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.