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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
the Swans,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.