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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.