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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.