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 Cambodia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.