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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.