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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.