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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.