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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.