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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.