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 Fiji and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Hoover,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.