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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.