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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.