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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.