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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.