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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.