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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Can,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.