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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.