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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.