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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.