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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.