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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.