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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.