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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.