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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.