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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.