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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.