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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Mars,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.