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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Television,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.