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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
MC5,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.