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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.