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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.