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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.