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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.