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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.