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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.