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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
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.