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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
the Association,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.