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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.