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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.