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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
X-101,
Nico,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.