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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.