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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.