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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
JFA,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.