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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.