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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.