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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.