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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.