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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Liliput,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.