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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.