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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.