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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Index,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.