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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.