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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.