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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Associates,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.