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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.