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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.