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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.