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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.