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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.