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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Move to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.