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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.