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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.