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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.