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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.