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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.