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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.