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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.