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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Slave,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.