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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.