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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.