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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
UT,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.