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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.