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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.