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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.