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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.