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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.