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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.