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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.