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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.