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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.