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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Ronan,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.