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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.