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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.