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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Skaos,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.