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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 funk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.