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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.