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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.