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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.