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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
UT,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.