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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.