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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.