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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.