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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.