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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.