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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 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 Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.