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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 sitar 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.