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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.