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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.