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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls 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?
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.