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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.